The ash seemed to sparkle as the sound of rain overtook the wetlands. It was already dew-time, and the sky had a caramel sheen, described by the surroundings. Paws could be heard, as the pomeranian trod on the volcanic brushed terrain. Of course, these are wetlands, but they used to be something more, more patient, but deadly. Chapter 1: Rewrite.
(I Luv Pomeranians that’s why I got him) Date of birth: May 5, 2023
